by Rachael McCallum

I cracked heaven’s inner dome
The night I fell apart.

Silence shattered like windowpanes—
Light bled into dark.

I gathered all the broken shards
Into my bloody fists.

I cursed the fractured sky above;
A reflection of within.

—but my destruction drew Him in.
 For I pierced what sealed my soul.

And in my unraveling I saw through
This illusion of control.

My darkness wasn’t weakness;
My chaos was a cry—

A lifeline to my Savior,
A bridge to the Divine.

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Rachael McCallum is a 24-year-old emerging poet who blends faith and personal reflection in her writing. She explores the raw, often messy aspects of spiritual life and the daily commitment of living in relationship with God.